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when one stands up against injustice
when one spits in the face of those that oppress &
shows not one ounce of fear in their eyes
often, if fortunate, standing amidst others who have come to
the same conclusion,
at first, it is like a joke being told at a comedy club
where there isn’t even a drink minimum---
for the need for customers is so drastic,
the club doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers by
asking at least that as a price for sitting all night
under a roof & listening to comedy.
as the plague of convention
spreads like the contagion that it so blatantly is,
more come to the conclusion of the initially brave
(and to many, thought to be the initially “insane”)---
people begin to see that things are being done wrong to them
as well,
and suddenly, because others have already put their lives on the line
in order to lock arms & fight
what they no longer think can be ignored,
this kindling gives way to a larger fire
which soon spreads on its own,
counteracting the wall of poisonous status-quo, complacence &
all out submission to the will of those that
feel that they are unstoppable,
offering not a crumb to the individuals challenging them &
still, the seriousness of the matter is not fully understood
by those which have become desensitized to any possibility of
actual change in their lifetime.
as the fire continues to grow & spread, becoming fiercer with
every gust of wind, ever new addition to the flames,
those that felt unstoppable begin to question their own ability
to crush the fire,
if they deem it out of hand,
that is, if their kingdom is on the fringe of being
invaded---
and it will come,
the bludgeoning of the spreading fire will be one of never before seen
ferocity,
for examples have to be made,
in order for those in power to prove that they still have power &
blood will be spilt, in fact,
blood is being spilt as this writer types
(little puddles now, written off as “unruly dissidents,” only foreshadowing a river of blood leading to a vast ocean).
it is the spilling of blood which ignites the last few,
those that thought it would all blow over &
that their lives could stay pretty much the same,
if they just stuck it out---
when friends, relatives and neighbors begin to bleed,
be it through destruction of property, incarceration, injury or death,
the once comfortable are forced to open their eyes &
decide which side they're on.
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Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds
Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not many. And my new aunt? Well she's a keeper.
And it wasn't love like a summer fling --- but it goes much deeper.
The rumors you heard - it's all too true - they met on Online Scrabble:
sesquipedalians by heart, but in the strictest sense, true Word Warriors.
Her last turn was an "I Do"... and when it came, he knew that he was done for:
pussyfooting through the back door, the tenacious Triple Word Score.
The date was planned - his bachelorhood canned. Compensated on Christmas day,
a wifie from Wales to tie the knot with my uncle the Stud from the Spud State.
The Red Dragon Damsel flew in (too strong to be distressed) into my uncle's country life.
(I still remember his clenched fists pouring buckets at the altar ... his first love)
And she brought her little Dragoness, too --- a fiery spark named Emily.
My job was to walk my new British cousin down the aisle,
as she whispered to me, "Should we link arms?"
And though I should have said, "What's the harm?"
instead of a rather robotic canter --- it now brings a smile.
My lovely Aunt Laura wore an eggplant dress, as if too challenge the mountain majesty
that peaked through the church window of that fine Idahoan morn.
Her glorious entry introduced by a Celtic song that would have made Enya weep,
as the vertigo of vows came to a close like a caged bird being released.
Mariah Carey's famous Christmas hit took to life --- All I Want Is You, rang true,
as they took each other's arms to dance celebrating an unlikely circumstance.
Crossing oceans to become One: she from Barry, and he from Boise.
The After Party --- filled with giggles, tears and rip-roaring stories from every point of view.
The wedding cake (believe it or not) was a Scrabble board:
one slice was Congratulations - and though a bit silly, to me it was poetry.
And my uncle - you could tell - was simply dumbfounded
as she took the words right out of his mouth
... with a crumb-filled smooch.
Written February 27th, 2016.
For the My Wedding Day Is Special Because... hosted by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
NOTE: I've never been married before, so I hope writing about my uncle's wedding instead is acceptable.
“Lenny”----- Woman who you talking to;
Like I’m some sort of fool;
And why you got to raise your voice;
Like there’s nothing I can do?
“Sue”---- It’s you at whom I’m talking at;
It’s simple as all that;
And my point it must be amplified;
Because your ears seem covered by your hat
“Lenny” ----- Look it here miss short ****;
When I put you to your knees;
You might be chocking on those words;
And fighting for a breeze.
“sue”--- Oh really Mr. moldy pants;
Is that something from Art Crumb?
You’re just jealous of my toy;
But you like it when I’m done.
“Lenny”--- So now we’re talking posit traction huh?
But it’s sure to cause a wreck;
And the one thing that I notice was;
It can’t pick up the check
“Sue” Why do we dance this twisted tango;
To this song called stand by me;
And we’re always looking for the truth;
But we always disagree.
“Lenny”--- I don’t know what the answers are;
But please don’t go away;
Without you there’s an emptiness;
That kills me slow each day.
“Sue”--- Fine but No more floating like a butterfly;
Or stinging like a bee;
I know you’re just a stubborn fellow;
But you’re where you’re supposed to be.
“Lenny”--- I know you’re right my lovely;
But I can’t help myself
I keep wondering how I got so lucky;
But I’ll stick it in a bottle now; and keep it on the shelf.
Oh, I have become
Satisfyingly numb
Conceal the way you feel tonight
Oh, I have succumb
To a saturated crumb
Deal with the pain I feel damn right
I...have...become...undone,
A neglected, sad boy
Ease the dread frustration
Just give me some joy
Give me this bravery
Give me attention
The right that's loverly
Feels like I'm in detention
But, Lithium gives a helium high
This rum and coke, I can't deny
Give me something more
Not this feeling of sore
I will soar somehow
I want to, want to now
Not another pill to swallow
Or I'll feel less than human and hallow
Heartache and sore throat
Got me by the gravity afloat
Got me in your grasp once more
Just let me free through that door
I have been down with the fever...
Yet, I survived and am a believer...
I...have...become...undone,
A neglected, sad boy
Ease the dread frustration
Just give me some joy
Give me this bravery
Give me attention
The right that's loverly
Feels like I'm in detention
But, Lithium gives a helium high
This rum and coke, I can't deny
Give me something more
Not this feeling of sore
I will soar somehow
I want to, want to now
Not another pill to swallow
Or I'll feel less human and hallow
Just think for a moment
Don't you want freedom?
Gotta start to repent...in my only tent...
Captivity makes us feel numb
Don't you want me to be happy?
Instead, you make me feel crappy
I...have...become...undone,
A neglected, sad boy
Ease the dread frustration
Just give me some joy
Give me this bravery
Give me attention
The right that's loverly
Feels like I'm in detention
But, Lithium gives a helium high
This rum and coke, I can't deny
Give me something more
Not this feeling of sore
I will soar somehow
I want to, want to now
Not another pill to swallow
Or I'll feel less human and hallow
Oooh...let me feel love above all
I'm sick of being as stiff as a wall
I wanna belong, so I made this longing, tear-jerking song
Hoping someone out there can relate and sing along...along...
I wanna be gone, so I grab remaining hope
I wanna belong, so let me sing as I hang on this radiant rope
Boy, I...have...become...undone,
A neglected, sad boy
Girl, ease the dread frustration
Just give me some joy
I never meant to annoy...
I want to...I want to bring you joy...
Hm, a bravery
That's loverly...
I am a purple headed chicken with glass beads. I like to roam the wooded glades. I often wear a pair of shades. It shields my precious amethyst eyes from the glare of the sun. Such heat corrodes such orifices. But producing a grin as I pass the goblin who gazes ay my feathers in an admiring stare. Then I make my way up the tree and use the vines to swing over to my favourite picnic spot by the lake. Mrs squirrel has made an amazing spread of acorn nectar which I peck up at great speed. Lovely wild mushrooms mixed with bracken. A treat as I sit in my woodland dream. But oh no what is that? That terrible noise? And why is it so very dark? I feel squashed. My throat is dry. Where are my woods? Oh no I am here and not in my sanctuary. I must claw at the sides of this thing. Far to restrictive. Cant even flap. And isnt that Myra, and Hettie I can hear clucking. If I get out then I will get them out too. Wait for those passing stomping boots and that noise must be on as I go. Means the end of a life but if I can rescue some of my friends it will be fantastic and plucky too. Plucking up the courage she began to claw and finally broke through. Squashing through the tiny bars she found her friends and instructed them how to release. Then one by one they flew up and up and up into the night air. Using the rest of their power gained by finding three pieces of corn on the floor of that place. The ceiling had a sky light which was barely wide enough to squeeze a potato but they managed to kick it whilst beating their wings. Finally having released themselves they soared across to the woods in the distance. Where they were greeted by a squirrel in a patterned apron and chefs hat. Wow Mrs squirrel is real. Not just in my dream. Mrs squirrel smiled and greeted her and her friends. Now you will have safety here amongst the trees. Later you can visit the lake. Then the blanket was dutifully laid and the birds sat down to enjoy their feast. Feasting feathers find fun. Then they spent the future swinging from the vines, visiting the lake for regular picnics, singing with the woodland choir, and working the soil with their claws and beaks. To earn a crumb is to earn a crust. And crusts are neither crumbles nor couplets crouching. Cluck cluck cluck. Ornithomania
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(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)
*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the missed, hi awn the bow of uh tree- uh ferry named Tarry.
The ferry felt lo, fore he was week, and he was inn knead of sum meet.
He bald, “Whoa is me. Eye cant even stand hear awn my own too feat!
My pour hart is braking, and I’m inn pane. The last thyme that eye eight
was daze ago. Ewe sea, I’m inn uh hays and due naught feel sow grate.
Eye parish and long fore whine and ham. Even bettor wood bee lam!
Butt eye wood settle four uh peace of bred with sum suite bury jam!”
Prints Hairy new he had sum mince, sum Tick Tax that **whir inn the pear
of gnu read genes he war. He took them out and waived them inn the heir.
*“Lickerish to, eye halve write hear!” Prints Hairy tolled the ferry.
“Its naught much, butt pleas dew eat. Later awn, wheel dyne and make marry.”
Prints Hairy placed the ferry Tarry aun his pail ***wight hoarse.
Then aweigh the roil with the ferry hastened aun his homeward coarse.
Awl day long they road and road. ***Wen the ferry started to grown.
Suddenly, from the hoarse, both the man and ferry whir throne.
Hungrily they paste beneath the setting son and threw the knight.
They pressed awn until mourning. Hairy’s residents came inn cite!
Prints Hairy’s wife had supper ready, and she’d maid uh pi.
From udder happiness, the ferry thought that he mite dye!
She *heeded up they’re food four them. They both had groan sew pail!
She listened as the ferry Tarry tolled his tragic tail . . .
of how heed lost his weigh and, four food, had knot won crumb
until her deer spouse rescued hymn. At last, his prints had come!
Written April 10, 2015, using homophones from various lists.
Note: I did not use letters, for example, U for “you” ; they were not on the lists I found.
Neither was “hee” which I was going to use for “he.”
The main list used was The HOMOPHONES LIST of John F Troutman and Joy A Miller
* these are a few more homophones I found on Wikipedia’s list.
** these homophones appear on Homophones.com, perhaps the most comprehensive one.
*** These homophones, perhaps antiquated, are from Suber & Thorpe British English
Silence in these dangerous dungeon of melodies
I don’t want to hear your screams
(Of miseries without plenteous possibilities)
Deliverance will slice away our strings of solacelessness
Yes, I made that up in a daze of a haze of puppet distress
(Dreaming downcast, delusional dreams)
In chains in your heart
Rolling away in this crafty cart
I call art
Waited for the breeze
To blow away my disease
Of wanting to be pulled down by pangs of pain
Of wanting to be bound in corruption's chain
I call tart
Shattered and torn apart
Trapped, I cannot simply depart
Cut me down
Lift me up somehow
I won’t frown
With a raised eyebrow
Sear away
The sorrow
Of today,
Tomorrow
I felt like I was once your puppet
You pulled my strings of regret
You pulled my strings and you lift me up,
Then push me down to the point I wanted to give up
Cast away the demons in my mind
The voices in my head leave me blind
I watch my soul fly out the dim window
I see my life fall away by the wind's blow
I fly in heights too high for me
I dig too deep, so let me be…free…
Release the chains that choke me with captivity-corrupted confinement
I was on my last string when we broke it off
I was on my first string when I had enough
You gave me relief and grief beyond me
You gave me envy and a sense of glee…
Hope you see that you’re not the only one
In this world of woe and chaotic everyone
Except a few…
Who are peaceful
Haven’t a clue…
You were resentful
Who knew…
You hated what I have become…a crumb of avarice ambition, need to repent of my harmful ways…often wish I could be harmless with happiness and hopefulness in delightful discretion along with encouragement
You pulled my strings up
Then, you pushed them down
But, I won’t give in to giving up
Instead, I will have an uplifted frown
I was forced to be this puppet that would follow you heedlessly and thoughtlessly
Relieve me from remorse and acknowledge my affliction with affection lovingly
Deliver me…from this shame within
These strings are growing ever so thin
Cut them off…
Risked my life for the spotlight
Nothing feels right, but It’s alright…
I had enough
There is a charge for the naming of the stars
A week long trip to mars, and a cup of creamed coffee
Alongside a crumb-filled plate.
There is a fare, a fare, if you dare,
Take a swim in the Delaware
Take a swim in mid-winter.
There is a fate to this loneliness
If you care to see it.
There is time, time to write poems if you’ll give yourself the time,
Time to aspire to your demise,
I no longer despise thoughts of suicide,
They’ve grown to comfort me
And these words, written in solace
Beneath the black ink of the pen
And the wet salt of my face,
Beneath many thoughts and tears that I can’t describe.
Don’t touch my shoulder,
My shoulder doesn’t exist.
Don’t look at my face, I am not a pretty girl.
Look with the look of a thief, you try to steal my soul,
Give my soul back to me!
I no longer exist!
I exist as the beat of hummingbird’s wings and I don’t know what to say about that
Every place belongs to it a different feeling, a different charge
A large charge, a very large charge for the hearing of my fate,
Most ears are plugged to it.
They are plugged to the sound of my decline,
They choose to hear whatever their ear finds devine,
And I fall, into the dark, unto the candlelight
Which gives me more life than a mother,
A brother, a sister, a timeless friend that I knew,
Grew with, another time
There is a time to grow a time to fall a time to decline.
It’s thanksgiving day and the afternoon and I don’t want to be hear.
I don’t mind hearing the voices from afar, its just when I see your expression
matching with your face and I feel the meaninglessness of this place and I hear
the uselessness
Of these sounds, they penetrate my body with a sting,
A sting so sharp it kills my social skills
And solitude has been knocking a long time now
So I may as well heed his calls.
Suicide has also been knocking, and I’d like to heed his calls.
I hate the holidays, they make me so sad.
I like to look at guns, though I hate violence.
I like thinking about the day I will shoot myself,
Though no one can see through me,
No one knows I have these thoughts,
Though dangerous, that is the way that I like it.
We were invited to a house
which had a rusty door.
We went inside and heard a sound
made by the creaky ____________.
boar floor store
We looked around the living room.
We tried to find our host.
And there he was — all dressed in white —
a very airy _____________.
toast roast ghost
"Come in," he said and smiled to us.
It was a creepy smile.
"I hope that you can stay with me,
if only for a ________________."
while tile file
"Please have a seat and stretch your legs
right by this cozy fire."
We turned around, and on a chair
we noticed a ________________
blue tire church spire vampire
"I want to introduce to you
someone you'll like, I think.
His favorite animals are bats.
Guess what's his favorite __________?"
sink mink drink
And on a ragged, dusty couch
in an adjacent room
we could not help but glimpse a witch
and her enormous _______________ .
loom broom bloom
Her toothless mouth was very wide.
She cackled like a bird.
It was a horrid, piercing sound —
the vilest ever _________________.
heard nerd curd
Our gracious host then turned around
and said: "If you won't sit,
then come with me and look inside
my lovely viper _______________."
mitt pit grit
The pit was dank and deep and dark.
It made our fingers numb.
"I keep the vipers in this place
to please my aging _____________ ."
drum crumb mum
The mummy waved to us, and then
a closet opened wide.
We saw no clothes; instead there was
a skeleton ___________________.
collide divide inside
Its knuckles cracked; it danced about
to music played so well
by hunchbacks swinging back and forth
on a gigantic ________________.
bell well cell.
Three headless butchers joined the dance
with their three headless wives.
They wore no hats, and off their belts
there dangled jagged ____________.
drives knives hives
We thought we'd better go away,
when right before our eyes
they all threw off their ghoulish suits
and screamed to us: "______________!"
fat flies surprise blue skies